Galaxies Apart

Chapter 4: Dancing like flames

(T.W.: Depression, mentions of ab*se and self harm)

"You mean... he didn't come to see me... Not even once...?" Stolas asked Asmodeus, his gaze filled with sorrow. He... he didn't come...? Why...? Did he hate him that much...? God he wished he actually finished the job and he ceased to exist... So he could avoid all the fuss, to avoid the disappointment and the betrayal, and even more... To try and end his misery, his pain, the constant pain in his chest knowing he could've been dead by now and yet... Blitzø didn't come to see him... How hurtful, how depressing... He was going to be let go soon, and still... All he could think about was how could he ever end this pain and suffering that his darling Blitzy brought upon himself, feeling as though there was no point in living if he wasn't by his side... And Octavia... She sat by his side every day since he woke up, and she was clearly shaken by all this. Why wouldn't she be...? Her father just tried to end it all... He knew she was disappointed in him... He knew he could've been stronger, he could've fought the urge... But in a much realer sense, he actually couldn't... He felt his skin crawl, he felt his heart constantly beat much too fast, he felt an overwhelming amount of pain that has turned physical ever since he realised that his precious imp might never truly love him back... He sighed softly before he whispered to himself "Very well. No point in dwelling on it, right? I'll have to leave this place soon, anyway." He got out of his bed, moving slowly as to not upset the stitches. He tried his best to catch some vital parts, but apparently,  he failed at that as well. How pathetic. He couldn't even kill himself properly. If he was dead, all of this would've been done and over with. But it wasn't the case... he had to ensure it a little bit longer, just until he got out of the hospital... So in a few hours, he could finish what he started.

Finally, at night, he found himself in his office, finishing up some paperwork, trying to get as much work done as possible. After all... if he was going to try again, he couldn't leave Octavia a pile of paperwork. The least he could do was to finish his business before he was gone forever. He lost himself in the words and into the pile of work, his heart almost didn't hurt as much... almost...

He didn't even notice when a certain imp crawled up the window, and when he heard his voice, he was startled, almost having a heart attack from sneaking out like that. He gasped when he saw a hand slamming his papers to the desk, his eyes widening, looking up to see his precious little imp... Why was he here, what was he doing...? After all this time, why was he still somehow not getting rid of him...? He didn't love him, so why was he so persistent... did he hate him that much...? So much so that he wanted to make sure that he never has the chance to let to...?

"B-Blitzy... What are you doing here...?" He asked, flustered and his face turned into a deep shade of red. The imp smirked softly, his hand lifting up the bird's chin, his eyes glistening in the diffuse light. "Well, you left in such a hurry last time, we didn't get to finish things off properly~" The imp said, his voice as seductive as ever. After all this time... After Stolas almost lost his life because of the gutwrenching pain he felt from his unrequited feelings for this man... After all he's been through, he still... He STILL couldn't just say no to him... His heart was beating as fast as ever, falling in love all over again, just like every time he saw the imp... His eyes, his touch, his voice, everything about him was hypnotising to the Prince... What was he really to do... When he was eternally bind to this imp who did nothing but use him and torment him...

"I'm not leaving without one last night, Stolas. I've been your plaything for so long, I believe I deserve to make one last request before I'll never see you again... At least give me a proper round of break up sex." He said, and Stolas heard... Every word... He knew he should feel used, violated, insulted, degraded... but the way his voice had him in a trance, his weakness, it was full of lust and desire, and he desired the imp, too... Who really cared at this point... He planned on finishing the job he started, anyway. Might as well have one last night with the love of his life before he leaves this world and his eyes can stay forever closed, lost into nothingness, where nothing and no one is hurting because they ceased to be.